3 comments/ 13974 views/ 0 favorites The Sexual Prisoner Ch. 01 By: GratefulFred Applause broke out throughout the room as I stepped forward rather humbly. Here once again I found myself surrounded by people of my craft – the cameramen who never missed an opportunity to catch a shot of sperm traveling at unknown light speeds. The makeup ladies who made sure that every facial blemish was covered up, every nipple stood erect, every cock never turned limp. And yet here I as actor/director/writer having completed another DVD production felt somewhat withdrawn. The girls of whom I had the pleasure of fucking these many great hours meant little to me at that very moment. Bottles of Champaign were opened, reefer passed around and as the drugs mellowed me I knew I had to leave. An excuse came to mind of some girl I had to meet at the airport after which I slowly made my way to the exit. I knew I had to do this. The awards, the fame, the multitude of hot sexy babes meant nothing to me at that moment. I ventured to the penthouse apartment and put down my letter of resignation in front of the film producer. I had completed 50 films and I wanted out. No reason was given. No one ever gave a reason. They simply just left. Leaving I felt alive for the first time in a long time. Though I had made films in most continents I wanted to go someplace I had never been. My suitcase was packed as I arrived home. Throwing my toothbrush inside my carryon bag I noticed a faint gas in the room. All went blurry as I passed out. I found myself awakened by a smiling maid "Ah please wake up number 69. It is a beautiful day". Still somewhat dazed as I discovered I was in different surroundings "69? Nice number. And who might you be?" "I am number 29 mi amour...number 2 wishes for you to join her for tea" spoke the lady in riddles. As she left I saw I had this numbered button on some type of uniform I was dressed in. I chucked the button outside the window. Seconds later a beautiful looking girl walked in. She carried an umbrella. "Number 2 you must be. Tell me is everyone number crazy in this dream?" I asked as I noticed she too had a button. "We all have numbers in Sex City. Come number 69 let me show you around" the girl spoke to me, as I suddenly felt a bit paranoid about my situation. As I walked with my new escort I found myself somewhat surprised concerning my surroundings. Beautiful blonde girls walked around trancelike. Guys who no doubt were well endowed seemed to walk around depressed. The more I saw of Sex City, the uneasier I felt. I decided to engage my host to learn as much as I could about this strange habitat. "Ok so what's the scoop? Why does everyone seem so out of it?" I asked. "Well you see number 69...Sex City is made up of former porno stars such as yourself that decided to quit. Our job here is to find out why. I am sure that a person of your talent should wonder about that question yourself" number 2 said as her breast rubbed against me. "Why? Seems like such a pointless endeavor if you ask me. I think every person quits the business for one reason or another." I said as I kept walking. "Well I see that you will be quite a challenge number 69. Ah here we are. Venti sized Passion fruit tea with 4 Splenda's I would presume" number 2 smiled as we sat down. "So who is number 1?" I asked playing this silly numbers game. "That would be telling" number 2 responded as we drank our beverages. In a split second I realized that there was more to my tea as I took one last look at number 2. "Sweet dreams number 69" I heard as I passed out. Sometime later... "Report number 18" ordered number 2. "Number 69 is connected to the dream machine. We have administered the first dose. We will start with program number A", reported number 18. I found myself in a wonderful dream. I was in the film producer's office and I was checking out this hot young secretary of his. Without words I had her unzipping my fly. Within seconds I felt my cock engulfed in her mouth. She was sucking me as if this was the most important commandment ever passed down from Moses. She sucked me as if I was the life support and she needed a hot infusion of jism to save her soul. The thoughts I had as she drank my cock not once, not twice but over and over again. I had her nestled under the desk as my mind drifted to a letter I saw on the desk. It said the words "Resignation" in big bold letters. I chucked it into the waste paper basket as I placed the young secretary on the desk and did her doggie style. "What's going on?" asked number 2 "The drug's supposed to lower a man's sexual appetite and make him concentrate on work. 3 hours of sex?" "We can't control the dreams. We can only manipulate the factors" number 18 said without confidence. "Increase the dosage" ordered number 2 "And substitute program B" "But that dosage could kill him?" number 18 responded to little avail. What a wonderful dream I was having. Suddenly in walked that blasted film producer catching me pump his secretary. I thought of making an excuse as he came forward with an envelope in his hands. What I ended up doing is to swing my fist against his skull and watch in amusement as his body became firmly imbedded in the wall. The secretary was impressed as she told me she had a surprise. She walked to the door and her identical sister came in. I held them both in my arms as we all kissed each other. In the heat of passion one of the identical twins whispered in my ear "Tell me about your porno star life" Her words sounded vaguely familiar as the walls started to shake around me. "Number 2...your voice input has startled number 69. We must put him to sleep. The stress is too overwhelming" number 18 reported. "No I will accept full responsibility. We must increase the dosage. We must learn why he resigned." shouted number 2 as number 18 put the C program into the computer. A further dose of some liquid was placed in my unsuspecting veins. The room stopped shaking as the hotties looked down at me with those lips to die for. One of them opened an envelope and started to read the context. They looked at me. "Now we shall know the truth" number 2 said as she looked at a monitor showing my dreams. The twins were looking at me so content upon the envelope that the sex seemed to have stopped. The doorbell rang. "Ah a clue" shouted number 2 in glee. Number 2 watched as I greeted a guy. We sat at a couch, flicked on the TV and banged together our beer bottles as the start of the Florida –Florida State football game was beginning. The twins had disappeared as the kickoff began. I raise my beer and said to my buddy "To the finer things in life" As I dreamt I was unaware of a phone call and conversation. "I been replaced" cried out number 2 as she left the room. I woke up in my room after a long night's sleep – still in Sex City! End Part 1 The Sexual Prisoner Ch. 02 (c) GratefulFred Picture a darkened room somewhere in a prison community known as Sex City - A place where one is sent for the crime of leaving the porno industry without explanation. The only way to escape is to confess which earns you a quick death if you are lucky or a brain operation if it suits the captor's whims. The controlling interest whomever they are will stop at nothing to break a person. I have been here but 1 week and have already escaped one of their weird experiments. I cling to the hope that I soon will be free from my captors. Looks can be deceiving as I venture down to the beach on a beautiful sunny day. Judging by the sun's position I figure I am somewhere near the equator but where exactly I cannot tell. A female comes by to whom I need no introductions. "The new number 2" I say as rise up to greet the new person in charge of this island. That is until I know who number 1 is. "Number? It seems you have lost your button. Well at any rate perhaps a new number is more appropriate for you", number 2 responds as she sits on my beach towel. I notice her breasts and under other circumstances would love to take part in them. We sit and make witty chat for a few minutes as an alarm goes off. Number 2 reassures me to sit as we watch some hundred feet away a woman run frantically to escape several guards. She runs into the ocean and swims into the empty calm sea. "Jenny" I scream as I recognize my fellow actress of many wonderful movies. A boot lands in my back as two men hold me down. I am unable to run to rescue Jenny. Suddenly a dreadful sound can be heard. A giant white balloon is bouncing and everyone stands still. My head forced in the sand by two thugs holding me down gives me the freedom to watch. The balloon heads out to Jenny as she lets out a death-curdling scream. I watch as Jenny's body is brought back to shore as the balloon drifts in the distance. Several guards put her aboard a vehicle and drive her away. The thugs get off me, as I am alone once again with number 2. "Is she alive?" I ask as I watch the golf cart taking her away. "Oh I am sure you will be seeing her soon" number 2 responds in a chuckling fashion as she walks away leaving the thugs facing me. A fight breaks out and I show my resilience in putting a few of them down. A few more guards come and I figure why not go down fighting to which I do. Sleep overtakes me. That night I have one of my eerier paranoid dreams figuring people probing inside my head. I awaken with a feeling I have never felt before. Something is different. I place my feet down and within no time a feeling of dread overcomes me. My toenails are painted. I suddenly take notice that I have breasts, larger breasts in fact. It is than that I reach down and discover that my penis is no longer part of my body. I let out a howl. Running to the mirror I study my new female face over and over again seeking any resemblance to the man I used to be. I cannot find one. I begin to utter words and my voice is not my own. I am Jenny now. The maid comes in and greets me as number 96. I am still in a state of shock as a stumble back onto a chair. She opens my closet as I see several long dresses. She cleans up the apartment as I sit perplexed speechless. She looks over at me and grabs my hand pulling me up with ease. She brushes my long flowing blonde hair as I am still in shock. Number 2 comes in as the maid leaves. She bids me to come join her at the hair salon. "Hair salon? I ask and yet as I look in the mirror I have to agree this is a priority. As we ride over together I, now in Jenny's flawless body, cannot fathom escaping as this body is not my own. And what has become of my body? And what has become of Jenny's mind? Is she in my body now? We arrive and sit down in those beauty salon chairs. My instincts alone guide my actions as my fingernails are manicured, my hair washed, blow dried and curled to perfection. Number 2 smiles at me, as I am too lost in thoughts to think. "Tea?" number 2 suggests to which my gut tells me "why" and yet I have to agree that it's about that time of day. We sit out at the café as several hunky guys walk by. Number 2 motions to them to join us. Both guys sit between us as number 2 begins to tell some story. "Here I was" begins number 2, "at the height of my career in adult films. I was doing hundreds of guys at a time. Everything was going great. Until?" Though number 2 was speaking I heard little of the conversation, as I was feeling a bit strange since two hands were on my thighs. Suddenly a very strong hand grabbed my hand and forced it onto his bulging pants. The other did the same. I quickly got up and took my hands away. I walked back to my apartment with more thoughts in my head. Number 2 was smiling, as she knew I was beginning to crack. I dropped my clothes off and went straight to the shower. I was totally wet and needed a quick masturbation session. I felt a rush of excitement as my fingers immediately found my tender spot. I did myself and felt a truly different but equally enjoyable sensation. I passed the mirror to gaze at my beautiful body with thoughts of sex and yet when I looked at myself I didn't know who I was any longer. It was "Maude Gras" night in Sex City as my thoughts went back in forth remembering all the times I had sex with Jenny and yet I had dreams of me being Jenny and having sex with my past self. I got dressed in my sexiest outfit thinking of the guys I had met that afternoon. Number 2 greeted me at the door as we both entered the festive chamber. The two guys we had met earlier were dressed in Chippendale's style tuxedo's and they looked good. Number 2 was ordering drinks after drinks, even though I told them I couldn't control myself when I am drunk it was useless to resist. We four were getting smashed in no time. With ease the two guys carried us both up to number 2's apartment. A small dwarf of a man opened the door as we went in. Number 2 and I were dropped upon a large revolving bed giggling. The two guys were doing some type of striptease for us. "Don't they look hot?" number 2 said as my mind was spinning. "Yeah" I responded "But you sure do" I said as I pushed number 2 down. Number 2 was startled as my mouth met hers as I held her hands down. I was way too drunk to know what I was doing and somehow this seemed to be right. I felt her breasts against me as an odd but pleasant sensation. My fingers found number 2's hot pleasure box as I wished to bring her to Nirvana. Sure I have screwed plenty of guys in my career, but I like a good lady as well. The guys sat back and watched as I drank number 2's sweet nectar. Her orgasms sent me over the edge as I shoved my pussy into her face. Seeing the guys wank off as number 2 had a mouthful of my pussy only gave me back more control. Hours of hot sex went by as finally number 2 and I lay together with arms over each other. A phone was placed in number 2's hands as we cuddled. "I been replaced" she said rather softly as I kissed her. The next morning I awoke in my old body with my own mind. Though I never found Jenny again, part of her lives on in me. The End of Chapter 2 The Sexual Prisoner Ch. 03 Where I am is something I cannot tell. How long I have been here is getting harder to keep track of. What my prisoners want is information, a fact that I dare not give up. I am a sexual prisoner in Sex City and if you are reading this, please help! I gaze upon the beach as dumb blondes and dumb jocks walk hand and hand. Perhaps before admitting as to why they pulled out of doing pornographic films I might have been able to engage them in a conversation, but those days are long gone. Loneliness sets in. I can have sex whenever I want but it's just not the same anymore. In the past I longed to have sex and afterwards share a pleasantry or two. Now that I find myself surrounded by former porn stars that have had their brains zapped, I have noticed a change in myself. We are more than people of the flesh. The seagulls chase a few crumbs upon the beach. I hear them each morning rapping outside my window. They are free to fly while I am a prisoner. As I stare across the beach, my eyes fall upon someone new, a female, attempting to make conversation with one of the couples. She seems odd. A slender hand with a bottle of suntan lotion stops by my towel. "Isn't it a beautiful day number 69?" comes a voice to my side. "Another day of captivity is just that" I respond as I get a look at her button with the number 2 pressed upon it. She sits down upon a towel to my side and gives me the gaze over. "I have heard much of you number 69. I am so happy that they've assigned me to you." "Well, you have a rather short lived profession my dear. Others have come. Others have gone." I say with a chuckle. The new girl suddenly interrupts our conversation. She has no button on. "Will someone tell me where am I?" "You are in "Sex City" my dear -- the place for former pornographic actors. It isn't wise to go without your button" number 2 says as she strokes my hair. "Fuck you with this number shit. Where's my agent? I want off this island now!" the girl responds. I smile and look over at number 2. "You got a feisty one on your hands. I think you better let her go" Number 2 takes her hand away from me. 'Number 59, you are a prisoner. There can be no escape unless you give us what we want". "And what the fuck can that be? And why the fuck do you call me a number?" the girl responds as I study her intensity. "Well give us information as to why you left. Why did you quit porn? That's all we need to know. After that you may leave" number 2 says with a smile. I feel the urge to speak up to this new inhabitant. "Tell her and you'll end up like those people". I point to all the glassy eyed couples. "Well fuck you too number 69. Fuck you both. My reason for leaving has nothing to fuck to do with you two", she yells as she runs towards one end of the beach. I go out to stop her but after 50 feet I turn around and see number 2 issuing some commands in a hand held device. A feeling of dread overcomes me. I see a giant Spermicide filled white balloon surface and move through the ocean at a rapid pace. The new girls tries to escape but she's on an empty part of the beach and it's to no avail. The ball goes over her and back to the ocean from whence it came. A golf cart with several men picks her up and takes her to the infirmary or the morgue. "I sense you liked the girl number 69. Pity!" says number 2 as she walks away. A week passes and the agonizing days pass rather uneventful. I have learned that an art contest is taking place and even though I am hounded constantly to participate I decline. I found myself drinking some coffee in the town's café when I notice the new girl from the beach walking by quite slowly. I can see she's been through a tremendous ordeal. She comes over to me. "I am sorry I cursed at you the other day. I was mad. My name is Candy by the way" "Pleased to meet you Candy. How are you feeling?" I asked her as I tried to see if she was broken or not. She spoke sincerely. "They kept me up so many hours but I wouldn't break. I remembered what you said and I knew that if I confessed they would turn me into one of those dumb blondes, even though I am not blonde." "I am sorry. They can be very persuasive." I added. "Number 2 warned me about you. She said that you are a trouble maker", Candy said with a smile. It felt very good to get such a compliment. "Look I know you are thinking of escape but I can tell you it's nearly impossible" "Yeah for a man maybe it is, but besides making films I was a $5000/hour escort. I had a chip implanted in me by some wealthy jealous sheik. Knowing how possessive he is, I am sure that he's offshore now just waiting for me. If only there was some way to get beyond the city's defenses." Candy said as an idea went off in my head. "Look. I think I can get us both off shore but it'll take some time. I told Candy as her face took on certain glow. Candy smiled and reached over to hug me. I felt her breasts against my body. She reached down to my hand and made sure I touched her. She gave me a kiss upon the lips got up and left. I felt for the first time in a long time like I just lost my virginity. When having sex in the movies it was all about the work. Having sex with someone who's mind had been violated is not the same no matter the physical attraction. Candy was the full package and I sensed it was mutual. The bells went off at 8 pm as curfew began. News had spread about some super computer. Candy came in 10 minutes afterwards and jumped into my arms. The sex was passionate imaginative and was the most satisfying I had had in a long time. We spoke that night about our carriers and movies and surprisingly had never met. I guessed me being in England and her in America answered that. We agreed that should we get away we should do one for our fans. The world outside of Sex City, the village of the damn had disappeared. I was with a woman who shared my passion. The next day my alarm on my watch woke me at 8 am. I kissed Candy and made my way to the supply shop. Number 2 making her rounds bumped into me. "I hope you don't plan on murdering anyone with that axe?" number 2 asked. "No. I am working on a special art project for the upcoming competition" I responded with a smile. I knew I would be followed on my way to the forest. I put up blankets around a small area and began my project. Many passersby watched with curiosity. It took me a good many days and no one, not even Candy knew my secret. At the main event I unveiled my project and the other participants stood in wonder - A large wooden 12-foot long penis. Number 2 lead the cheers and complimented me on my conformity to life on Sex City. I pressed a button when everyone was close and a dosage of cum shot out. Number 2 pointed to me and I conferred that it was the least I could do. Candy hugged me and by this time everyone in Sex City knew we were a couple. I walked Candy back before curfew and told her to get ready for tonight we would be making our get away. After 10 pm I retrieved my art project and wheeled it out secretly to the beach. Candy joined me as I opened up the penis into a large boat. Tonight we had a steady breeze and it was my hope we could make it far enough that someone would spot us. The moon wasn't out yet as we rowed to the east to get as far away as we could. After sometime we saw a flashlight signaling us from some distance. "It must be the sheik. We are almost free" Candy said as we rowed as fast as we could. An alarm sounded and we saw bubbles emerge from the still ocean. A giant balloon had surfaced and was racing towards us. We saw several figures at the nearby beach and they were firing at the large menacing object. We decided to swim for it. Just as we arrived at shore, the balloon retreated. We were free. At last! The sheik was the most gracious of men. After thanking him I asked him where exactly are we. He told me we were off the coast of Morocco. Candy told him about the ordeal being captured and he assured me that we'd best go to the authorities and bring an end to this farce called Sex City. Sometimes after dinner perhaps my adrenalin, or the wine, or the dancing girls caught up to me as I passed out in deep sleep. When I awoke I was on a sofa in the production studios in England where I did my movies. Candy was next to me. "Finally, you wake up. I was beginning to worry." Candy said as Matthew, the producer of over 100 of my movies brought me a cup of coffee. My head felt like I was still half a zombie as I sat up right. "Where's the sheik? I wanted to thank him." "The sheik has already bankrolled a movie with you and Candy. That's the old Freddy charm", Matthew said as freedom was still a concept I was getting used too. "Listen I think it would be wonderful to give our fans another movie and I would hate to disappoint the sheik for all he's done for us. Freddy my love, I'm going out to straighten out my apartment. You boys work out all the paperwork on the movie," Candy said as she kissed me and left. "Quite a looker you got their Freddy dude" Matthew said as he looked at me with a puzzled look. "Yeah. She's great. What time is it by the way?" I asked as I took down another swipe of the coffee. "Morning time bro'. So tell me Freddy, Candy says you been gone someplace. What's this all about?" Matthew asked. "I was kidnapped with a whole lot of ex-porno people. Sounds crazy, but I tell you it's the real deal", I tell him as I see his face start to break a smile of disbelief. Matthew still not believing a word of my story added, "Kidnapped porn sounds like weird stuff. Hey I didn't get any ransom letter by the way. Not that I'd pay" I appreciated Matthew's sense of humor but still it dawned upon me that I really had no evidence to support my theory besides my word, that didn't amount to much. Matthew saw I was a bit stressed out as he brought me some papers. "Nothing like getting back to business. Isn't that right Freddy boy?" Matthew said as he had some papers in front of me. My mind was drifting on what proof I had of Sex City. It was just my word and Candy's... "Hey why did you leave anyways?" Matthew asked as he went to the fridge. "Well Matthew you see..." suddenly I stopped. Did I just hear those seagulls? No one, not even Matthew wakes up early in the porn industry. Did Candy just say she was going to HER apartment? Isn't she American? "Freddy what's wrong?" Matthew asked as I rose to my feet still a bit groggy. I walked to the door and opened it. I was still in Sex City. In fact I had never left. A serious looking Candy wearing a button with the number 2 on it slaps me and leaves. I had survived my ordeal but just barely. To be continued...